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There's No Place Like Home [Mikemon/Cas]
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on May 31, 2018 1:20:40 GMT
Sheesh, Cassandra had it that rough on this side? Hearing Cassandra speak so warmly of Digimon easily brought a blush to the Gatomon's cheeks, as she slowly ate what she could manage. Alright, so it wasn't a completely one-sided relationship, but it was still quite a bit for a human to stick their neck out for.
As for the part about the 'government'... well, honestly, the Gatomon only understood about half of what she was talking about. Yakuza? Government? Wars, lines of duty? This was all more complicated than what she knew about Shibuya as an outsider, and the confused look on her face betrayed as much. "So you get paid to help those that your government... doesn't want to help? And, well, we would be on that list if they knew about us? ... Do they know about us?" That last comment brought a bit of worry to the cat's eyes, before she shook her head, quickly discarding that thought. Right, that wasn't important right now!
Still, Cassandra seemed willing to help them - which was a good thing, but it brought up one point of concern: "But if these 'Yakuza' are... well, 'bad', they might see one of us from time to time? I mean, as much as we try and keep our work on the level, we're still operating under the radar - wouldn't it then be possible for one of them to see what we can do and try to use us, or something?" The cat seemed a little unsure of the whole thing - but her ear perked as a surprising voice cut in:
"Sure, but then we're just getting wrapped up in their politics. Most of us have the common sense to try and get out of that." With a yawn, Mikemon turned, trying to curl right back up. Having to get up every half-hour or so had really destroyed his sleep schedule over the last night.
"... Huh." Mikemon had a point, but was it really that simple?
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Post by Cross on May 31, 2018 1:46:31 GMT
"The Yakuza traffic and use a lot of drugs. So long as you don't leave behind evidence or get in their faces most are willing to ignore strange occurrences. Though I do know of at least one Tamer and Digimon partner working with them so I wouldn't rule out some of them knowing about Digimon, but it's not like they can really effect you lot much. Besides the Digital world poses a whole new problem to the Yakuza as well as the Government as a whole that I doubt they want to deal with if they know about it. Digimon and Tamers working with them seem to be the exception rather then the rule." Cas explained even knowing most of this was indeed likely going over the Gatomon's head though Mikemon seemed to understand. Softening her voice a touch more in hopes the feline Doctor would be able to get back to sleep Cassandra stood and stretched. Deciding for the moment to leave the crackers with the cat in case she got hungry again later on as she herself went to refill her cup of tea.
"I've survived out here this long by having a very good head for information gathering and being a woman of conviction whom said gangs don't wish to cross. When you feel well enough to go I'll grab a map and draw up the current gang territories for you. There's a bit of a no-mans land between each of the turfs including the area around my own clinic and while the route might be longer if you keep your trade routes to them you should avoid most trouble. That or stick to roof hopping as most people don't think to look up." She suggested as Cas took a sip of her drink letting out a happy hum at the taste.
"Besides I don't treat Yakuza. They have their own hack doctors if you can even call them that. No I treat the victims of their violence. The people important to them who's lives they don't want to risk in the hands of some two-bit barber with no medical experience. You save enough sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers, and you eventually start getting favors owed to you and have people that would otherwise hassle you leave you alone." Cas murmured with a light shrug.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 1, 2018 2:24:33 GMT
"Hm... I guess that would be because it would be a problem for them to report us." Actually, that brought up an interesting point: here in the 'underworld', outside the view of the government, wouldn't that reasoning also mean that some Digimon might thrive in this environment? Ugh - if Cassandra wasn't too worried about it, the Gatomon wasn't going to bring it up. And besides, it wasn't good for her to be thinking of such difficult things at the moment. Mikemon's ear twitched off in his corner, but for the most part, he seemed to be resting as best he can.
"A map would be much appreciated, yes. Its not our intent to get in their faces, but should we accidentally cross paths, well..." The Gatomon looked down at her paws, eying the sharp claws resting on the blanket. "They could see us as a bit scary to the eye. Apparently that's how Gazi got hurt, anyway." The roofs were an idea that she gave a nod at - though the last part sort of went over her head. "So their families aren't part of the group... or, kind of are? Ugh, I really don't get it."
And right now, she didn't need to: curling right up in that blanket, the cat just shook her head. "I'll let our group know about this stuff - the basics, anyway. Sheesh - at this rate, we'll probably need to get you a cut in..."
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Post by Cross on Jun 1, 2018 3:45:06 GMT
"I certainly wouldn't turn down a cut. You wouldn't be the first group I've advised though certainly the first Digimon one and first one I've worked with here in Japan. Still it's nothing you need worry about right now." Cas murmured with a soft chuckle even as she set the crackers down on the coffee table along with the Gatomon's drink so she wouldn't accidentally knock them over in her sleep. Shifting the pillows back into position so the feline could better lay down the Doctor carefully tucked the blankets around her ill patient before she stood.
The little woman would spend the next hour or so taking stock of her kitchen and medical supplies to see what all was missing and making a note of what she needed to restock on. Once that had been taken care of she fetched her map of the district and the current territories of the various Yakuza gangs she knew of and copied it into a blank piece of paper. Highlighting a couple of routes with red marker between the various markets and shopping areas in Greater Shibuya that she knew of that didn't look too closely or ask too many questions and Terminus station and Shibuya River. Though if they were running such an operation it was more likely they had a Digimon or multiple Digimon setup with a portal app at a hideout. Though she'd wait till they decided whether or not to take her on as an adviser before she gave suggestions for potential bolt holes and other information.
"Cas you pick up the strangest associates." Dagger murmured watching his Tamer bustle quietly about the loft.
"Well at least life is never boring." She quipped with a wry smile.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 1, 2018 23:31:03 GMT
"Heh... I'll keep it in mind." With how the Gatomon was right now, that was pretty much all she could promise - for now, all the patient could really do was settle on in, and sleep this off like a bad hangover. This left Cassandra with two sleeping cats in her common room...
... As well as a well-raided cabinet and refrigerator. At the very least, now that the room was in relative silence, Mikemon's curious ear flattened against the side of his head. He was finally able to get in that good 'hour or so' of sleep that his tired eyes craved, more-or-less easily tuning out the small rummaging in the abode. As that sunlight finally left his face, the Mikemon left in shadow on the couch, the doctor finally stirred. Slowly, he stretched out, sitting up, just in time to hear Dagger's comment.
"S'not that strange..." Clearly a newcomer to the conversation, Mikemon's aside comment could likely be ignored. He slowly managed to peel himself off of the couch, muttering to himself: "I'm going to be paying for this in spades tomorrow, sheesh. Ah, sorry, I'm up."
Well, the room seemed peaceful enough - and the Gatomon no longer seemed to be struggling for breath in her sleep! "She doin' alright?"
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Post by Cross on Jun 3, 2018 20:59:30 GMT
"Don't fret over it Mikemon. Strange is my normal." Cas murmured with a soft chuckle as she finished up her map. "She's doing fine. I got her to eat a few crackers and gave her some chamomile tea to help her sleep, but otherwise she appears to be on the up and up. She was awake and aware a little while ago and beyond being tired and fidgety she appears to simply be in the recovery stage." The Doctor added casting an eye to their mutual patient before she folded up the piece of paper she was working on and slid it into an envelope. Writing 'Gazi' on the front Cas carefully set it aside even as she tried to hide the amuse grin at having watched the feline Doctor peel himself off the futon and stretch like an overgrown house cat.
"Though I think she might want to thank you personally when she wakes up." Cas quipped with a playful wink at her associate, clearly in a far better mood from her own nights rest.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 4, 2018 3:03:10 GMT
"Ah, good..." Stretching his back for just a moment longer, the doctor managed to stand up on two feet a moment later, hopping back onto the floor. Giving a long yawn, he rubbed his eye, vision too blurry to see exactly what Cassandra was working on.
Well, it was probably something for her own office - he didn't put too much stock in the envelope as it was. "Mm... I'm sure she will. Given how she was, though, she might be down for quite a bit of time. Well, while I'm here..."
Mikemon gave a blink, nodding in Cassandra's direction. "Once the morning routine's settled, you mind me looking at the device holding the armor egg? I'll need to see the best way to run the 'disinfection' procedure, as it is." It was rare that Mikemon had a complete answer for anything related to the D-Reaper - but if it was a spirit totem or an armor egg that could still be separated from the tamer or digimon, respectively, there was more than a fair shot of accomplishing it!
Well. Usually, anyway.
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Post by Cross on Jun 4, 2018 5:46:53 GMT
"Certainly. I've taken care of most of my morning routine. Simply wrapping up some miscellaneous matters." Cassandra explained trying, and succeeding for the most part to keep the small bemused smile from her face as she watched Mikemon act so much like the cat he appeared to be. She'd never been much swayed by standard cuteness, but admittedly the Doctor was rather adorable like this.
Fishing into her pajama pants pocket Cas gently set said device upon the table. The white and gold Digivice was a bit dingier then it had once been. The buttons were becoming a bit worn, the screen was scratched if visible, and like it's owner it looked more then a little like it had been through hell and back. "Do you want some tea? We have coffee downstairs in the waiting room if you'd prefer a cup of that instead." She asked canting her head to the side as she eyed her companion in consideration.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 6, 2018 2:09:23 GMT
Heh! "You're already settled in and I'm just getting started. Well, cats are cats, I guess." Giving a shrug and a small chuckle at his own expense, it didn't take him long to make his way to the table. In relatively short order, the doctor set her rather battered piece of metal and plastic against the table, the doctor giving a blink at the sheer state of the device.
"You should really look into getting this thing serviced when you get a chance." Gently turning the device over once in his palm, he gave a sigh. "I can reference you to a few good shops in Terminus - but trust me, nothing's worse than going to slide a card only to find out the reader isn't working properly." That was a point for another time, though: carefully, the cat would hit the 'right' button a few times, bringing up a menu for listed acquisitions.
On the offer of coffee, though, the cat's ear gave a twitch. "Er... yes, I'm gonna get a coffee, then." He hadn't even realized that was an option until now! "The purification itself might be something we need to handle in my office - going to have to get a look at the egg itself. Anyway," he gave a nod, and quickly dismissed himself downstairs.
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Post by Cross on Jun 6, 2018 4:37:50 GMT
"I will see about getting it serviced. It's been through...well a lot. However you are more then welcome to the coffee. I prefer not to touch the stuff myself." Cassandra murmured watching Mikemon like a hawk as he flipped through the Digivice. He'd see only the one armor egg and little else.
"If we need to visit your office I'm not opposed to traveling though I'd rather not be gone long. Though if that is the case we should wait till the Gatomon is recovered enough to depart." She added for even knowing that time in the digital world was far faster and she was unlikely to be missed for a single hour or so here she was still rather reluctant to be gone overly long.
What surprised the Doctor most though was the sheer visceral reaction that ripped through her gut as she watched Mikemon darted out of sight with the digivice. Logically she knew he was unlikely to steal it or break it, but for all the baggage and responsibility it came with the little piece of tech represented her bond to the twins and having it out of sight...disturbed her.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 7, 2018 0:02:52 GMT
"Its a matter of if we'll be able to remove the egg from the device. If the armor egg can appear properly, I can do it here - if not, we'll need to do it in my office. Though, I should grab some towels while I'm down there..."
Muttering that last part to himself, Mikemon made his way downstairs, not thinking twice about the fact that he was still holding the Digivice. As a doctor who specialized in tamers, he'd handled the devices several times over - and even occasionally popped them open to make sure the wiring was still up to snuff. Thankfully, Cassandra's separation would be just three minutes - enough for Mikemon to grab a coffee, and grab two clean white towels, draped over his shoulder. The Digivice was held by the strap on his right wrist, and as he returned to the room, he gave a small blink.
"Um... you alright?" Giving a shrug, he climbed up to the side of the table. Setting the coffee aside, he laid the two towels down over the tablecloth, and set the Digivice right at the end.
"Let's see..."
He highlighted 'Armor Egg', clicked right once, and tapped down from 'Engage' to 'Eject', before hitting the center button. If it would appear or not, well, that was a crapshoot!
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Post by Cross on Jun 7, 2018 2:56:51 GMT
"Y-yeah I'm fine. I'm fine..." Cas murmured shaking her head as she took a sip of her tea. Her breath coming a little more even as Mikemon returned her Digivice in hand. "It's nothing." She muttered watching with interest as he scrolled through the device once more and laid out the towels. Though the towels purpose in all this was a bit of an unknown to Cassandra. Holding her breath she waited to see if anything would appear.
The Digivice would make a soft clicking sound the screen going a bit fuzzy, but the egg would in fact appear. It's golden metal appearing tarnished, it's edges holding a red glow and a bright slashing red burn mark across it's side. The sight of which was enough to make the hair on the nape of Cassandra's neck stand on end.The slow near rhythmic red pulse to the egg drawing her gaze. It's beat syncing with the woman's own breath.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 8, 2018 2:42:14 GMT
She was fine? The second time she said it sounded more convincing than the first, at least - and with that Mikemon gave a nod, simply letting it slip by without comment. The doctor needed to focus, after all: if the state of the egg was anything to go by, this wasn't going to be a simple fix.
"Even in the human world, its radiating that much infection, huh?" The cat circled his gaze once around the armor egg - very carefully turning it on the spot - before he gave a nod. With the egg's front side facing him, the feline reached for something that seemed, for a moment, out of place: a drinking glass? Setting that in front of the egg, the cat reached out to his side with his left arm, hand briefly vanishing into a suspended dark portal, pulling out a red, crystal sphere. He set that right on top of the glass, using it as a makeshift stand.
With his set-up made, the cat held his arms out, resting an inch away from the egg on each side. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before putting his entire focus right into that crystal sphere:
"Shadow Stitching."
With that one focused declaration, Mikemon seemingly in a trance, a dark aura surrounded both of his paws - and flowing from each, several small, dark 'needles' stabbed right into the egg from each side, almost appearing to skewer it from several angles! But the egg didn't shatter or break... no, as a matter of fact, it stayed in one piece. On the outside, Cassandra would notice the stitching moving, each with the width of a fine hair, weaving in and out of the egg's surface.
Several seconds later, that same armor egg started to 'sweat' - the red mass of the D-Reaper almost seeming to boil out, running down like a fine liquid, seeping into the towel below. Whatever the cat was doing, he seemed transfixed on it: aside from a lightly swinging tail, the cat hadn't budged an inch since the start of this procedure!
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Post by Cross on Jun 8, 2018 3:12:26 GMT
Perhaps Cassandra should have been more surprised at the rate of infection the egg was suffering, but quite frankly they'd tangled with a fully infected super mega that had used an attack likely meant to kill and spread it's diseases. The fact they'd survived was a miracle even if the cost of their survival had been steep.
"Oh....oh wow." Cas whispered softly as she blinked watching the needles weave in and out of the egg likely effecting it on a data level if her observations were anything to go by. She dared not distract Mikemon, not when Cloak was at risk, but the Doctor still slipped quietly off the stool. Padding quickly to her room she returned with her Improved scanner and carefully leveled it at the egg hoping to get a reading on it as it underwent the process. If she could figure out how to manipulate data to heal it or purge it not unlike Mikemon...well perhaps she could do something about the D-virus infection that seemed to rage rampant.
Better yet if she could get a sample...well no matter how tempting Cas didn't dare risk interrupting her colleagues work. So instead she settled down on her seat once more carefully watching her scanner as she did so. If all went well she might be able to get a sample off of the towels before they disposed of them.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 9, 2018 0:44:36 GMT
Mikemon's focus remained intent on the egg - Cassandra's small comment, and even her peering at the same artifact, went completely unnoticed by the doctor.
Attempting to scan the egg with the improved scanner provided a reading that was 'interesting', if nothing else. The noted species remained as a Baalmon, but the marker for its data type was on a constant flicker. In one moment it was a garbled mess, in the next it properly red 'Virus' in red text. Occasionally the faint blue of 'Data' - Mikemon's own data type - would flicker behind like a shadow. It was clear that whatever the doctor was doing was completely invasive to the subject at hand.
After all, it took a high amount of data and focus to continue to disrupt and displace that D-Reaper data. The mass would continue to flow out, soaking into the towel below. Slowly that red mark would vanish, and a good ten minutes later, the cat's focus would change.
Rather than dig into the egg further, the dark tendrils instead wrapped around the egg like a fine silk, fully encompassing its frame. A few moments later, the cat closed his paws and slowly pulled back, the dark stitching fading from the egg. The red gash was gone, and Baalmon's egg regained its original luster.
That gash, though not fully closed, had been repaired: a blue wire-frame now held itself in that space, a finely crafted 'patch' that held the egg together.
"Alright..." Mikemon sighed, falling back and practically sinking into that chair. "Alright. Go ahead and put it away... and... dunk those towels in a big bucket with chlorine bleach. Can't put them in garbage - gotta chemically destroy the stuff." Winded, the cat simply took a moment to sit back, rubbing a paw over his strained eyes.
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